Yesterday morning it poured here. Not “raining cats and dogs”, more like “Is that a hippo in the lake that yesterday was our front yard"? Driving over Brandywine Creek this morning, grateful that the waters had receded somewhat, I caught sight of a few herons having a ball fishing in the overflow. Evidently, many fish were washed into newly formed pools by the rush of water yesterday, and they were marooned. The use of this word here feels strange to me because I always thought of marooned as being stranded on dry land surrounded by water, and yet for the fish, it is exactly the opposite. Maybe yesterday the fish were thrilled with their new expansive habitat, but now, feel a bit remorseful. I’m sure the herons feel pretty good about it today.